" This, naturally, was declared by several voices to give the thing the utmost price, and our friend, with quiet art, prepared his triumph by turning his eyes over the rest of us and going on: "It's beyond everything. " "Afraid of what?" "Of things that man could do. The sad quiet grey-blue glow of the dying day came through the window and the open door, covering over and allaying quietly a sudden instinct of remorse in Stephen's heart. An idea tempered by the knowledge that, but for fate, we - the fortunate and the unfortunate - might have been each other.